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Character name: Ionia Open/closed: Open Time: 7 PM. Ionia is not allowed to stay out too late. :U
Ionia wouldn't know a bar from a crowbar. He didn't have the faintest idea about alcohol (except that it was pretty darn combustible) and his 18th birthday was about a bazillion years away.
But using his KEEN DETECTIVE SKILLS of asking random teachers where Melissa was, he had concluded that this was, in fact, the place to be. He rose onto tippytoes, leaning on the bar for support, little more than an oversized leaf and a pair of eyes. "Melissa? Ionia is here to visit you!"
"'Liss is in the bathroom. She'll be back in a while...but hey, nothin's stoppin' you from ordering while she's gone, eh?" Louie leaned against the counter, and she could totally feel her boobs yessss. "What can I get ya?"
Oh. Well, Ionia could wait for Melissa. He would just have to pass the time with this nice man lady manady? person with cloud-hair in the meantime.
If only Ionia knew what a wonderful chance this would be to be just like Papa Falcon hurrhurr break the rules. He peered at the vending machines as best as his height would permit. Ionia... didn't even recognize most of this stuff, so he eventually just settled on pointing at something he did know. "Ionia wants apple juice, please!"
Ionia happily accepted the juice box, but that was about all he did. Louie's demand of two dollars was met with Ionia's best "I dunno what she's talking about so I'm just gonna smile adorably at her" face. In his happy little world, where money was some strange concept that only grown-ups worried about, the nice cloud hair person had offered Ionia apple juice out of the kindness of her heart.
Open/closed: Open
Time: 7 PM. Ionia is not allowed to stay out too late. :U
Ionia wouldn't know a bar from a crowbar. He didn't have the faintest idea about alcohol (except that it was pretty darn combustible) and his 18th birthday was about a bazillion years away.
But using his KEEN DETECTIVE SKILLS of asking random teachers where Melissa was, he had concluded that this was, in fact, the place to be. He rose onto tippytoes, leaning on the bar for support, little more than an oversized leaf and a pair of eyes. "Melissa? Ionia is here to visit you!"
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If only Ionia knew what a wonderful chance this would be to be just like Papa Falcon hurrhurr break the rules. He peered at the vending machines as best as his height would permit. Ionia... didn't even recognize most of this stuff, so he eventually just settled on pointing at something he did know. "Ionia wants apple juice, please!"
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"Ionia!" she yelled, scrambling onto her step-stool. "How did you get here?" she asked, briefly sending Louie a confused look.
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